Rob Stuart

A Concrete Cinematography Primer Rob Stuart is a media studies lecturer, filmmaker and light verse enthusiast living in Surrey. In addition to Ink, Sweat and Tears he has contributed poems to Light (USA), Lighten Up Online, Magma, New Statesman, The Oldie, The...

Stephen Bone

      Sakura The pond darkens to its evening pattern of gold koi and lilies on black silk but no gowned geisha here just me among the raked white metaphors watching blushed petals fall     Stephen Bone’s work has appeared in magazines in...

Ralph Monday

      Cathedral Melancholy Every morning in the cathedral the man who might be a monk plays the organ, sound streaming through stained glass on dark angel wings. The music is like the earth—ancient, scattered, metal sharp. He must drink wine from old...

Charlie Baylis

      Primavera There is perfume on the table Federica, Flowers, pressed and in the letter There is an offer of marriage – the letter is red. There is only the fountain, Federica, Only water, gushing out hymns; it remits The babies I hold in my mittens,...

Michael Rush

      Easy/Awkward Goodbye The café radio coughs another tune, all static and yeah-yeah, as I brush salt from the table. A woolly hat with greasy whiskers clangs his fork against a plate, tugging at the creases in my brow. Your eyes land on my pursed...